We stood outside the classroom in the specific quiet of people who had shared something the night before and were now standing in the daylight aftermath of it.
Me, Sherry, Annabelle, Wells, Mute. The five of us who had crossed the city and come back.
"I don't get it," Annabelle said. "Yesterday she was ready to fight for Hogsby no matter what. What changed overnight?"
"I thought the job locked in the funding," she went on. "We did what Kim wanted. So why's she leaving?"
Nobody had an answer. Because nobody else had heard what I heard through Daphne's walls at midnight.
"Last night was the best night of my life," Wells said, with the specific conviction of someone who'd discovered what his ability felt like at full power and was already missing the rush. "I was hoping for more jobs. Real ones."
Someone wants to use his ability, I thought, watching his face. Good. That energy's going to be useful.
